Guardian: Derek Walker 2
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Tonight's dinner was thick beef steak and whole roast pork. After whetting my appetite with savory pre-meal bread slathered in butter, I packed away more meat than usual.
I rinsed my mouth with high-sugar fruit wine, filled my dessert stomach with something like donuts fried to a crisp, and finished with sweet fruit as the nightcap.
"Hm? Seems like more food than usual tonight."
I patted my bulging belly and headed to the bedroom. A full stomach makes me crave pussy. Conversely, a stuffed pussy makes me hungry. Maybe life is just choosing between pussy and food.
Who'd be on night duty tonight? Guessing after dinner is one of my small pleasures.
Luna makes the schedule. I never check it. Where's the fun in that?
"I'll serve you tonight, Master."
Tonight it was Luna. We'd done it this morning, and even had a sticky sex meeting over lunch. Counting dinner, that's three meals of Luna in a day.
Of course, she never gets boring no matter how much I indulge. I could eat three hundred Luna meals a day and never tire. Her pussy has ten thousand flavors.
"Your drink."
"Nightcap after so long. Nice."
Drinking in the dead of night has a special savor. And sex that's different from usual brings a different kind of pleasure. A little variety isn't bad.
Luna opened the chocolate I'd brought from the real world alongside the booze. Hazelnut cream-packed, guiltily sweet perfection. The girls love it.
She popped a round piece in her mouth, then fed it to me directly. I tasted her tongue and chocolate at once.
Chocolate coated in Luna's saliva was incomparably better than plain. Was the sweetness from the chocolate? Or her lips?
We both knocked back half a glass. High-proof apple liquor. One sip and fire raced down my throat. The buzz brought a naughty mood. Booze and sex are inseparable pals.
I came faster than usual. Luna clung tight in my arms, lovingly accepting it. I always think this, but our compatibility is ridiculously perfect. And the more we do it, the more our bodies mold to each other.
Like her pussy becoming custom-made for my cock, mine feels tailored for her. If we keep mirroring each other like this, what'll be the endgame? A silly curiosity popped up.
Knock knock!
The solid wood bedroom door rang clear. I'd just finished inside Luna.
"Your midnight snack, as requested."
"Come in."
Luna answered. Priscilla stood beyond the open door, beaming. One of the castle maids. Her pussy's memorable—damn tasty.
Priscilla set the sandwich on the bedside table and left. Not just any sandwich—a thick, grease-dripping monster.
"Not hungry, Master?"
Hmm. At this point, Luna's intentions were blatant.
"Luna. You hate me losing weight that much?"
"...Yes. I like my soft Master."
Luna snuggled into my arms like a puppy fawning over its owner.
I felt her soft skin and hugged back just as tight.
Luna, with her tragic childhood, finds affection in my plumpness. It's as deep as the love she holds for me.
"Even if I slim down, my feelings for you won't change a bit. I love you, Luna. You as a person. Even if you turned ugly, I'd cherish, love, and hold you just the same."
This was sincere. Our bond transcended the physical—we yearned for each other's souls.
Sure, it started from base, carnal lust. But now, we're like a couple of decades married. Sex count alone might exceed that. And love? Immeasurable.
"I'll love Master no matter how he changes. But... it feels like you're slipping away somewhere else. It scares me."
"I'm right here. Even if my looks change, I'm still me."
Luna whimpered, nuzzling my face. Her pouting was just like Sera's.
I held her wordlessly. What she needed now wasn't words—it was this.
"My father... no, that man was handsome. I've seen him just twice. Yet his face is still vivid in my memory."
The man Luna meant was Halo Bluemoon, Solari World's final boss. Killer of her mother, destroyer of her life.
I listened silently. Sometimes, that's conversation enough.
"I like Master as you are now. He doesn't remind me of that man at all."
"I'm me because of this body? You know that's not true."
"Yes... If the contents are truly Master, I could love you even in that man's form."
Her arms tightened around my waist. Our cheeks nearly touched. I love her skin scent.
Silence fell between us. Luna broke it first.
"From tomorrow... I'll help with your workouts."
"Thanks. And I love you."
"No need. I'm sorry. I feel like I hindered your path. As a slave, that's unforgivable. I deserve punishment."
"Heh. Doesn't my punishment feel like a reward for you?"
"Then make it a reward."
Uncharacteristically bold from Luna. Rare sight. Her faintly blushing cheeks were stunning.
"Reward it is."
I mounted her. Luna's sturdy—no matter how hard I pressed, she didn't budge.
We naturally shifted to missionary. Great for kissing. Our upper and lower halves joined as one.
"Master...! I love you~♥"
"Love you too."
Our night stretched long, as always. I poured affection into her; she took it all. Hard to believe this beauty was mine. Our tender sex lasted till dawn's twilight.
'Gotta head to Dove Kingdom.'
Losing weight wasn't enough. Time to become a hunk. That was my resolve.
'That item's definitely there.'
A special item in Dove Kingdom's northern snow mountains. I'd claim it.
Took my exclusive maid Luna and the idle Parakellia. Kelly was in the new knight order I'd formed, serving as my employee now. Time to feed her some XP. Naturally, Parakellia's contracted spirit Crit tagged along.
Miles Kingdom in the continent's west bordered several nations. One was Dove Kingdom to the north.
On the whole continent, Miles was just one of many mid-small kingdoms. Dove matched it in power. Other border nations were similar.
My destination: Dove's northern snow mountains. The NPC there held what I wanted.
Solari World had diverse stat-boosters. Guides essentialized fast-farming them.
Strategies boiled down to optimization. High value, quick farm was the core.
But the Golden Apple I targeted? No efficient farm in any guide.
Simple reason: It wasn't for攻略 progression.
Golden Apple let you recustomize your character. Essential for looks-maxers, irrelevant for optimizers. Non-fashionistas ignored it.
Clatter! Clatter!
The carriage rattled up the steep mountain path. The middle-aged coachman handled the reins skillfully. The horse pulling it was my steed Poseidon. One Poseidon equaled three elite horses.
"Peaceful, huh."
Inside: me, Luna, Kelly. Kelly's spirit Crit snoozed beside her.
Serene scenery rolled by. Two weeks to Dove Kingdom—at least. Delays likely.
"Dove Kingdom... wasn't on great terms with my Mailock Kingdom."
Kelly was Mailock's second princess. But with constant fratricidal succession intrigue, she'd fled to Miles to dodge assassins.
"Neighboring countries rarely get along. Miles included."
"What's in Dove Kingdom?"
"Golden Apple. Heard of it?"
At "Golden Apple," Kelly clapped. "Ah! Golden Apple! Vaguely from childhood. In Mother's witch tale?"
"Witch tale?"
News to me. Original game have that lore? Community posts mentioned censored story bits.
"What's the story?"
"You don't know? Famous in our kingdom."
Kelly cleared her throat, launching into grandmotherly storytelling.
"Long ago, in a silent mountain blanketed in eternal snow, a witch lived. Pitied and hated by all. Yearning for friends, she used alchemy to plant a tree! It bore delicious apples, and soon folk warmed to her..."
Classic opener. Witch tales rarely end well.
"But they loved the tree, not her. Disappointed—the witch wanted their love—she invited them to a banquet."
"Hm. Something big went down there."
"Ding dong dang! Witch cooked soup with eternal snow, flies, drake, red flower. Last ingredient: the people."
Too grim for kids. No wonder her siblings knife-fight—blame the parents. Mailock's bloodbaths? Familial fault.
"What happened?"
Twisted tales hook you. I urged her on.
"First to arrive: village youth. Witch said, 'Check if the soup's boiling?' Planned to shove his face in.
"But... youth's reflexes stunned her! He shoved back, smashed her head with a poker."
"Nice counter."
"Perfect. He boiled her instead, left. Spotted her garden apple tree—golden apples gleaming!"
"And?"
"That's it."
"Huh?"
I raised my voice. Even silent Luna piped up at the abrupt end.
"No conclusion. Fairy tales usually teach a lesson."
"Luna's right. Feels like a sequel setup. Maybe the rest got lost."
Kelly scratched her cheek. "Dunno. Scary kid story back then, but yeah—weird now."
Even teller puzzled. Luna stroked her chin, theorizing.
"Such tales warn kids. 'Beware witches.' The horror amps the caution."
"Makes sense."
Like Grandpa Mangtae's scares. Fits.
I recalled the original game's Golden Apple NPC: Snow Mountain Witch. Cash code for apple.
Clatter!
Carriage jolted hard. I scowled out the window. Coachman apologetic.
"Sorry, milord. Wheel busted. Checked at start—damn! Fixing now."
"How long?"
"Thirty minutes."
"Call it a break. Depart in one hour."
"Yes, sir."